Keigo and you have been friends since you both were in diapers, now you’re adults, protecting Japan.

He was at your place for the holidays, as usual. After all, your family is his.

After the whole Christmas fun, he’s laying in your bed, watching you sit in your sink, using some eyebrow razor to fix your brows.

His arms are stretched behind his head, spread out wings with a sigh. “you’ve been doing that all night, why not get sleep?” He hummed with an eyeroll, turning to his side to get sleep- catching glimpse of the trash can by your bed, slightly hidden under your desk.

He narrowed his golden brown eyes, gently moving things in the trash- bloody tissue, pieces of glass, crumpled paper, knick-knacks and stuff.